Freewhy

Freewhy

You used to call it freeway

But just in the middle of day

And just there you are, and you stay

Stagnant in middle of gray

You call it freeway,

But the way to be free is together

And you're always together, but never

So close and away

Together but far,

Tied and apart by your cars

You call it freeway,

But your freetime is short, and it flies

Like a bird that dives deep in the sky

While you

Run into

Your own trap

Of freeways

With no smile

On the road of the freewaste of time.

Ortegal